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funny bunny |older!dilf!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: a halloween couples costume that's inspired by yours and eddie's relationship, and his special nickname for you.

@eddiemunsons-missingnipple big creds for the older!eddie pic used in the header!!!!

contains: age gap relationship. eddie is 43, reader is 26. everything is consensual. language, drinking, filthy filth ahead MINORS DNI 18+, oral fem receiving v and a, ass play, plugs, fingering v and a, praise kink, p in v sex, creampie. role-play-ish. not really rough mainly just kinky freaky but some aftercare after.

"You look so good!"

You squealed from your place at your vanity, pulling the hot rollers out of your hair.

Eddie pouted slightly, brows creased in a deep furrow on his forehead. Looking down at the Burgundy, velvet robe with black trim, he let out a small huff. "I look ridiculous." He muttered.

"No, you don't." You giggled, running your hands over the silk trim, fixing the collar. "This looks so good. I can't believe how close it looks to the real thing." You grinned, eyes gleaming when you looked up at him. "You look just like Hefner."

Eddie scoffed, shaking his head slowly so his curls bobbed, inked hand rubbing across his beard. "I think that might be more insulting than you mean it to be, bunny." He grumbled, plopping on the edge of the bed. "I'm not that old."

You laughed, sitting in his lap, arms around his neck with a wide smile. Eddie couldn't help but smile back. How could he not? With how your warmth just radiated out of you and into him. Infectious happiness.

"I meant the robe." You reassured, running a hand down his chest. "We're going to look so good tonight. Steve and Nancy aren't gonna know what hit them!" You squealed, smacking your lips to his cheek in a quick, loud kiss before scampering back over to the vanity.

Eddie groaned. It had taken you weeks of convincing for him to agree to this costume. Hugh Hefner and a Playboy Bunny; a classic- well, maybe more for frat boys, but when the idea came to you, you just had to do it. A light jest to the clear age difference in your relationship, a way to poke fun at the obvious, but also a nod towards your beloved nickname Eddie had given you: bunny.

A sweet, innocent little nickname, that had been given to you at a completely un-innocent moment, and it had stuck. You were Eddie's little bunny, his golden girl. His.

"Will you promise you won't post any pictures tonight?" Eddie asked for the tenth time that night. "I don't need Brielle seeing that shit or- fuck- or Gina. She'll probably take me back to court."

You nodded. "Eddie, I promise, baby, I won't post anything. I don't need to get fired over a Halloween costume. You know how those parents are." You teased, looking at him through the mirror. "And I highly doubt you'll be deemed an unfit parent for a Hefner costume."

Eddie nodded, looking down at his watch. "You almost ready? We're supposed to be there at seven."

You sprayed the final spritz of hairspray around yourself, smoothing and setting your styled hair. "I just gotta get dressed." You grinned, slipping towards the bathroom, throwing him a playful wink. "I'll be right back, Mr. Hefner." You dropped your voice to a sultry, low voice, batting your eyes before shutting the door.

Keeping your costume a secret for as long as you did was the hardest part. Eddie had agreed, eventually, but only with some persuasion, bribery. He had been dying to see your costume since you first announced it had come in. While his costume was nice, very close to the replica robe that the Playboy founder always wore with a matching pipe, it was nothing compared to yours.

Black nylon tights that were just sheer enough. Black pumps that Eddie loved on you anyways, he loved how they made your legs look- long and endless, his hands always trailing up your calf, squeezing your ankle. The corset, body suit was risqué. High cut and covering just enough of your ass that it could pass as barely not lingerie. Strapless and low in the front, tight enough to hold your breasts up in just the right way. You'd ordered white cuffs and a bowtie cuff choker to really complete the look, the authentic Playboy Bunny look.

Then of course, what kind of bunny would you be without ears and a tail? Black, silk ears that stood tall and slightly crooked on the headband, adjusted so it bent just barely. The tail, a black, faux-fur attachment you pinned just on your tailbone.

Your heart thumped rapidly in your chest, smoothing your clammy hands over your bodice. You had been so excited to show Eddie just moments ago, but now... you wondered if it was too much. If he'd like it. If he'd yell at you, accuse you of wanting unwarranted attention that wasn't his, demand for you to change, tell you that you're embarrassing him like your boyfriends in the past did.

"You need any help in there?" Eddie's voice called from outside the door, making you jump slightly, ears falling forward gently.

"No! Just finishing up." You grabbed the hair pin, securing the ears back into place.

You checked your reflection one last time. Hands smoothing down the corset, turning in the mirror to make sure your attached tail was in the right place. Your heels clicked across the tile floors of the bathroom.

"Close your eyes." You called, barely cracking the door before you walked out. Eddie chuckled lightly and you could hear the bed creak, shifting his weight on the mattress. "Are they closed?" You asked, squinting out the small sliver through the door.

"They're closed, baby." Eddie reassured, his voice low and gravely. It made your stomach flip. "C'mon, show me Playmate."

Pulling the door open slowly, the hinges creaking ever so lightly, you stepped on to the shag carpet, steps muted by the material. You walked slowly, hands twisting and wringing in front of you before stopping in front of Eddie. You knew by the way his smile grew, dimples deep in his scruff and lines by his eyes crinkling, that he could feel your presence.

"Ok, open them." You smiled, placing your hands on your hips playfully.

Eddie's eyes opened, brows raising in amusement. "Oh-oh-oh, bunny." He laughed, moving closer, his hands reaching out for yours. You blushed under his gaze, how he roamed over your legs, tongue poking his cheek in a sideways smirk. Eddie looked at the cuffs, took extra time looking at your bodice and collar, calloused hands gliding over you.

"You've outdone yourself." Eddie smirked, looking up at you from his place on the edge of the bed. "Definitely getting the front page."

"You didn't even see my tail." You grinned, spinning and shaking your hips towards him, the attached tail bouncing with the movement.

Eddie groaned, low and deep, but playful. "Jesus, baby bunny, you're killing me. You know that?" He smacked your ass playfully, right beneath the tail, making you squeal. "I don't know if I'm gonna make it to the party with you looking like this."

"We have to go, Eddie." You pouted. "Or else no one will see our costumes, and I worked so hard on them."

Eddie rolled his eyes, but stood, his hands still not leaving your waist. "I'd be alright with that." He laughed. "You could get me out of this robe and show me why you're called bunny, hm? Ride me all night, how's that sound?" Eddie nipped, tongue tickling the shell of your ear making you squeal and squirm against his hot breath.

You let out a nasally laugh when he squeezed your waist, hands gliding over your hips and tummy on the corset. He kissed right above your collar on your neck. "Eddie," You whined, thighs clamping. "Stop, we've got to go."

Eddie sighed, gently but not angry. He looked at your with soft brown eyes that had you melting. "I promise, when we get back I'll put on my real costume for you." You bit your lips, eyes meeting his, playful and alluring.

Eddie's brow quipped. "This isn't your costume?" He asked, hands trailing down your waist.

You shook your head, ears bouncing. "It's one of them, but I have a special costume just for you, Mr. Hefner." You purred, leaning forward so your lips barely brushed his. Eddie growled, tattooed fingers gripping your hips, digging into the nylons.

"But," You pushed back on his chest lightly. "We have to do this first." You lifted a finger towards him. Eddie groaned, head falling back. "Put your hat on Hef, we're late." You grinned, tossing him the captain's hat and slipping on your coat.

***

"Woah-ho-ho," Steve Harrington cackled, leaning in the doorway of his Hawkins McMansion. His amber eyes were wide, amused. "No fuckin' way. Hef and a Bunny?" He laughed, clapping his hands together.

You grinned proudly, arm lacing with Eddie's as you adjusted his hat, straightening it on top of his curls. "His favorite Playmate." You winked, giggling when Eddie's hand squeezed your ass.

"That's a fuckin' classic, holy shit." Steve laughed, shutting the door as the two of you walked in. "Nance, look at this!" He called into the living room where the party rage- well, as raging as a middle aged Halloween party could be. King Steve still did his best, even without the keg, you'd give him that.

Nancy gasped, Robin trailing behind her. "Oh my God, this is fuckin' amazing!" Robin laughed.

"How did you even think of this?" Nancy laughed, looking at the two of you, touching your cuffs on your arms.

You shrugged, biting back a smile when your eyes met Eddie's. "I dunno, just seemed kind of fitting." You laughed. "Brielle and I were actually watching House Bunny and it hie me, honestly."

Nancy laughed, shaking her curls that were piled high and teased. "That's genius, honestly. Way better than the Top Gun idea." Nancy rolled her eyes, glaring lightly at Steve, or Maverick, as he was supposed to be.

Nancy and Robin pulled you into the living room, offering to get you a drink while you chatted. Steve smirked, clapping Eddie playfully on the back. "Munson," He laughed, shaking his head.

Eddie grinned, shrugging as he watched you walk away, little fur tail bobbing with every swing of your ass. Steve snorted. "Hey, you think you can talk to your girl? See if she could convince Nancy to wear something like that for next year?" Eddie laughed, rolling his eyes, following you into the living room.

***

You were tipsy, but not drunk. You'd controlled yourself, despite the flowing drinks that Nancy kept offering you. You had a promise to keep.

You sat on the bench in Eddie's truck, hands in his, thighs touching, sharing small kisses at red lights. His hand cupped your thigh, thumb rubbing small circles on the nylon.

Every passing red light, his grip got tighter on the wheel as they inched closer and closer back to home. If your current costume was any indicator of what was to come, Eddie couldn't wait. He pressed the gas further, fake pipe lying next to his cigarettes in the cup holder, captain's hat resting on the dash.

Eddie threw the gear into park, the truck stopping with a jostle that had you giggling, his hands rough and pressed against your cheeks, pulling you into a harsh kiss. You could taste the beer he'd drank on his tongue, roaming in your mouth, hands moving down your jaw to your collar.

You giggled when Eddie pulled you inside, pinning you up against the door, hands in a tight grip on your waist, his lips on your jaw, kissing just below your ear.

"Wait, wait, wait!" You squealed, eyes rolling back when he sucked on your neck. "Wait! I have to change, Eddie. I have another costume." You giggled, pulling back, your head resting against the cool wood of the door.

Eddie's shoulders fell slightly. "Bunny, this costume is more than enough." He pouted. "I've been ready to fuck you all night."

You rolled your eyes, stepping out of his grasp. "Just wait right here." You scampered down the hall towards his room. "I promise it'll be worth the wait."

And, oh, was it.

Eddie waited for twenty agonizing minutes, hearing thumps and movement from behind the closed door of his bedroom. His leg bounced, hands pressed together. He'd ditched his clothes, well, except for the robe. It was comfy, and if you were going to stay dressed up, he figured he would too.

You beckoned Eddie in, squirming with excitement, kneeling on the edge of the bed. Eddie laughed when he walked in, eyes lit up and excited. "Shit..." Eddie's eyes roamed over your frame, your sheepish smile.

You knelt, waiting in what Eddie thought was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. Black lace lingerie that left you exposed, completely see through and vulnerable. He could see your pebbled nipples through the cups, your exposed slit through the cut middle between your legs. The back was low on your spine, but high cup on the side, resting just above your hips. The best part- the slit went all the way up to your tail bone, leaving you completely exposed.

You finished off the look with two accessories just for him. A pair of matching lace ears, flimsier than the ones of the other costume, but complete with a small veil that covered your eyes, hitting the bridge of your nose. You'd tied your hair up, securing the ribbon underneath the ponytail.

Eddie's eyes traveled down next to you, where you giggled in excitement. Laying on the towel beside you, his real treat. A little tube of lee from his bedside drawer, and a fluffy, black tail attached to a plug- your bunny tail to complete the look.

You knew better than to put it in yourself and deprive him of his favorite part.

Eddie's tongue trailed over his bottom lip, picking up the shiny plug, rolling the cool metal around his fingers. You grinned, excitedly. "What do you think, Mr. Hefner?" You teased, cocking your head to the side. "Think I'll make Playmate of the month? Cover?"

Eddie laughed, deep and dark. "Oh, bunny," He brought the fur part to your now exposed neck, ticking over your collarbones so you shivered. "I think you're close, but you gotta show me you really want it." His eyes darkened, making you blush under his gaze.

"You ready to show me?" Eddie asked. Your head bobbed eagerly, obediently.

Eddie smirked. "That's my girl. Roll over for me, baby. All fours. Stick that pretty little ass up for me."

You shifted quickly, arching deep and low, pressing your hips up and your shoulders flat against the mattress. You could hear Eddie behind you, rummaging through his drawer.

"Gotta find my fuckin' camera, holy shit." Eddie muttered, pushing his socks and belts around in the drawer. "Gotta capture this, bunny. Can't believe you did this for me. All for me, huh?"

Your thighs clenched together, throbbing at the praise. Eyes pinched and you were sure he could see your slick already spreading, the cool air making goosebumps trail down your shoulders and spine.

Eddie pressed the film in, the whirl of the Polaroid starting up. He moved to the front, kneeling on the bed, camera pointed at you. "Look at me, bunny." You lifted your eyes, rounded and awaiting for him. The flash of the camera blinded you for a moment, making you blink under the lace mask over your eyes.

Eddie chuckled to himself, shaking the photo a few times before setting the camera back on his nightstand. "'M keepin' that for fuckin' ever." He groaned, hands trailing over your thighs and hips. "Gettin' that shit tattooed on me right now."

You giggled, arching into his touch on your ass. His hand trailed down your thighs and towards your aching center, gasping when he slid his pointer finger through your slick folds. Eddie hummed, pressing his face forward, licking a long stripe from your clit to your ass, collecting every drop of you and his tongue prodding your tightest hole.

You gasped, low and growling, clenching around nothing, head tilting back. You fisted the sheets, pushing your hips back even further when his touch returned to your aching clit, circling it with just the right pressure and speed that had your head spinning.

Eddie toyed with you, kneeling down with a groan, knees cracking so he was eye level with your sopping cunt. He pushed his fingers in, two pumping slowly. His other hand pulled your ass apart, tongue lapping and sucking at your clit.

You whined, legs trembling and clenching as he sucked and curled at just the right pace. He always had you coming undone so easily when he wanted, like he knew exactly what to do to make you wild. He did, clearly, playing your body perfectly like it was his guitar.

Your high pitched whiny cries floated towards the ceiling, head tilted back so far you were sure you'd just bend in half. Eddie's free hand caught your release on his fingers, spreading them over your ass hole, circling it gently before barely pushing the tip of his finger in.

You two had plenty of experience with ass play since the first drunken night, a favorable past time for the tow of you. Eddie had bought you toys, trained you up until you could finally take his cock. You loved how good he was at it, too good. You weren't exactly sure how someone could be so good at everything, and when you told Eddie that he laughed, telling you, "been around the sun a few more times than you, baby, I've got some more experience than others."

Your eyes pinched, falling face first into the duvet. The lace of the mask over your eyes rubbed against your lids and forehead when you pressed yourself against the bed, writhing and crying out when he pushed you over the edge again. The sensation of his fingers and tongue on both your holes mixed with your previous orgasm had you cumming quick, gushing around him.

Eddie grinned, standing with a low huff. Your knees were falling underneath you, leaving you spread, nearly rubbing against the duvet. "You ready for your tail, lil bunny?" Eddie asked, popping the top to the tube open. The plug looked small enough he could probably have you stretched out with just two fingers to the knuckle and the lube.

You sighed, whining slightly as you shifted, wiggling your still shaky legs back up into position, Eddie's hand on your waist guiding you back up gently. He ran a hand down back gently, pressing a kiss to space of your spine where the lace of the lingerie and exposed skin met.

Eddie squirted the cold lube making you clench. He cooed softly, trailing kisses down the dip of your spine over your hips, finger circling your tight hole. "You gotta relax, remember?" Eddie cooed when you clenched, pressing a kiss to your hips, his scruff tickling the delicate skin. "You need me to loosen you up a little more?"

You shook your head, dazed and hazy, pushing up on your forearms gently, looking back at him. "'M ready, I promise. 'M ok." You muttered, giving him a small smile.

Eddie returned it, leaning forward to kiss you, hard and deep, teeth clashing. "Fuck, bunny, you're too good to me." He muttered, lips still brushing yours, rubbing his nose to yours.

You looked at him, glassy eyed and dazed already even through the veil he could tell that, lowering your back so your ass arched farther, pressing your face to the side of the mattress. You watched him through the vanity mirror, the low lights of the room illuminating his figure.

Eddie pushed his first finger in, slow and gentle, circling you just expertly to get you ready. You moaned, clenching your legs when you throbbed. Eddie grinned watching you grind down, slowly wiggling back for more before he added the second, getting you nice and loose.

Eddie leaned forward, muttering in your ear little praises while he pushed in the plug, his lips against your lace covered temple. Eddie looked back when you shifted, the little puff of fur plugged in you making the cutest little tail.

"Look at you," Eddie cooed, laughing to himself, he kissed you deeply, wiping his hand on the towel you laid out. "God, baby, stay right there, ok? Arched just like that."

Eddie grabbed his camera, the flash going off rapidly. Eddie was making sure his spank bank would be full for a long time, drooling over you. He tossed his camera carefully, before climbing on top of you.

You twisted, his lips crashing and needy into you, grinding yourself down on his bare, inked leg when he wedged it between you, hands moving down to his boxers. You could feel his cock straining against his black briefs, hard and begging to be released to you.

Eddie moaned onto your mouth when you squeezed him through his underwear, your tiny hands expertly rolling and working him through the fabric. You could feel his pre-cum seeping through the material, leaving a wet patch.

Eddie's hands moved up to your tits, palming them through the material, squeezing and rolling your nipples. You whined, grinding down further on his leg. "Fuck, bunny, I gotta get this off you." Eddie muttered, pushing the straps down to your waist, leaving your top part exposed.

He kissed, sucked, bit all the way down, leaving trails of little bruises and red marks onto your skin. Your neck, collarbones, chest, breasts, tummy. He wanted to kiss every inch of you after you'd done all of this for him.

You whined when he turned you over, hovering so you were on your back, the tail of the plug shifting and moving with the duvet. Eddie pulled you carefully by your waist, brows furrowed slightly. "Here, let me help you out of this alright? I'll be careful."

And he was. So caring and gentle, pulling the straps of the lace down your body, until it was a puddle on the ground. You told him he didn't have to be so careful, but your heart was swelling at the gesture, how sweet he always was to you.

You went to move the ears off, but Eddie stopped you, running a hand down the nape of your neck. "Leave that on, please." He asked, eyes dark and lust blown. You just nodded, mouth salivating when he pulled his boxers down, throwing them next to your lingerie.

He pumped himself, pushing himself to the headboard, leaning lazily against it, lip tucked beneath his teeth. You blushed, squirming under his hungry gaze, slick and throbbing, nails digging into your palms as you shifted from foot to foot.

Eddie grinned. "You gonna show me why you're my bunny, aren't ya?" He asked, cocking a brow. You nodded. Eddie moved his hands, cock freeing from his grasp and lying against his tummy.

You grinned when you climbed on top of him, straddling him gently. "You wanna see my tail while I ride you?" You asked, loving the way his Adam's apple bobbed when you did.

"Fuck, please," Eddie groaned watching you shift, moving so you wiggled your ass in his face, squealing when he cracked a hand down on your cheeks.

"You better ride me good, lil bunny." Eddie warned, gripping your hips. "You want the front page, you better show me how badly you want it."

You giggled, looking over your shoulder, pumping his cock in your hands. "I will, Hef, I promise." You sunk onto him slowly, squeezing his dick the whole way down.

Eddie groaned loudly, grip on your hips tightening when you ground against the hair on his base. "Fuck, fuck, just like that." Eddie groaned when you started circling slowly. You always started slowly like this, working him up before you really rode him.

Then you lifted slowly as you bent forward, gripping Eddie's knees lightly when you lifted off of him, bringing your hips up and down over and over again.

"Fuck bunny, just like that, bounce on my cock, baby. You're just so good aren't you?" Eddie sucked in a breath, hands pulling your cheeks apart so he could get deeper.

The scene in front of him was too much, he was ready to bust already. Your little plug, bouncing and moving, tickling his pelvis with extra deep strokes. Your creamy spend smearing over his cock already, excess from the lube mixing with your slick pussy making the room fill with the squelching sounds.

You could feel his hips meeting yours, squeezing your ass, stroking your tail and moving it so you'd moan deep. You dipped lower, nearly lying between his legs, crouching so you lifted quickly and deeply.

"Fuck, look at you go." Eddie laughed in between a low growl. "You are my little bunny. My perfect little bunny. You just love bouncin' all over my cock, don't you? You'd bounce for hours for me, wouldn't you?"

You whined, his words making you clamp and gush, his cock brushing the sensitive spot deep inside you with the position. "Yes." You cried out. "'M your bunny."

Eddie grit his teeth, coil in his belly getting tighter and tighter with every pump of you around him. "Fuck, bunny, wait," He huffed, chest heaving. "Turn around f'me, ok? Let me see your pretty face."

You stuttered in movements, pushing up with shaky arms, squeezing with him still inside you. You pulled off just for a moment, adjusting yourself carefully so your legs were on either side of Eddie's hips. You lined him back up inside you, sinking down much faster than you did last time.

Your nails dug into Eddie's inked chest, clawing into him when he gripped your ass, hips thrusting up to meet yours. Your mask and ears were starting to slip, you were sweaty on your hairline under the band of the material, but you didn't care. Your hips lifted, slamming back down on him, pressing into his chest with a cry.

You kept your pace, fast and quick, Eddie's hips meeting yours. "Y'a little jack rabbit for me, huh? Bounce and bounce and bounce, look at you." Eddie cooed nearly mocking through grit teeth.

You whimpered, eyes pinching together. You were so close, the coil in your belly growing and growing. "My little bunny just loves to bounce all over my cock, doesn't she? Just my cock, right?" Eddie growled. You nodded, whimpering. Your thighs burned, but the burning in your belly was worse, hungrier. You slammed faster, desperate to chase that high that you were so close to.

Eddie was close, teetering on the edge, but he wanted you to finish first, you always finished first with him. "Look at me." Eddie grit, hand finding your jaw, holding it lightly. He moved the veil up when your eyes met his, seeing your rounded, desperate eyes, glazed over and nearly teary.

"Y'gonna cum? Cum all over my cock? Yeah? Go ahead, you earned it, bunny." Eddie grunted, lifting his own hips to meet yours, punishing pace meeting yours.

You cried when his calloused thumb circled your clit, nearly falling on top of him with how your legs shook. Eddie held your hips, fucking up into you. He didn't mind the burn forming in his lower back, especially not when he emptied himself in you, warm, thick ropes spurting deep inside of you.

Your chest heaved together, his breath, your exhale, sharp and desperate. It was like you were sharing breaths with each other, and maybe you were. Sticky, sweaty skin, hot and molted together. You slid further into his lap, the top of his thighs, Eddie's hands moving to cradle you instinctively.

Your ears were around your neck, still tied but fallen to hang off your shoulder. Your plug was sticky with his cum when he pulled out, wetting the bottom of the faux fur. Your face was on his chest, his heartbeat thumping against your ear, his rough hands on your back.

Neither of you spoke for a while. Small shallowed breaths, deep sighs, little groans. You looked up at Eddie, feeling his gaze on the top of your head. His hands untied your ears, unraveling the ribbon so it fell beside you. He grinned down at you.

You blinked up at him, swirling with emotions and warmth. "Did I make the cover, Mr. Hefner?" You grinned.

Eddie snorted a laugh, stretching to grab the developed polaroids on the bed side table. "You sure did, bunny." Eddie smirked, showing a rather vulgar photo of you, arched with the plug in your ass, pussy shining from the flash, and ears high over your ass. "This right here? This one's the cover."

You laughed, pushing up on his chest, moving so you hovered over him. He looked at you, gooey and lovestruck, pushing a hair behind your ear. "Thanks f'dressing up with me." You smiled.

Eddie gawked lightly. "I think I should be thanking you." He chuckled. "Thank you for dressing up for me." You giggled, his lips capturing yours sweetly.

Eddie pulled back, nose to nose with you. You could see his wrinkles, the grey hairs in his temple and in his eyebrows. His skin showing signs of age, freckles from time in the sun. His beard was scruffy, a little longer than usual but trimmed. You ran your hand down it, trailing your thumb over his bottom lip.

"You're my best bunny, you know that?" Eddie whispered.

You pulled back, raising a brow. "Best? I better be your only bunny, Mr. Munson." You looked at him carefully.

Eddie smirked. "So I'm not Mr. Hefner anymore?" He asked playfully. You shook your head. "Good. That motherfucker wasn't nearly as lucky as I am."

You howled in laughter, blushing and rolling your eyes at the cheesy line. Eddie helped remove your plug, cleaning you up gently in the bathroom, soft kisses and little giggles echoed through the space. You pushed the top sheet off, hoisting it to the laundry room to deal with tomorrow, Eddie bringing in two spare blankets from the linen closet.

He smelled like the cigarette he'd been smoking outside, the comforting scent lulling you to sleep, while Eddie snored beside you, arms wrapped around your waist, heavy like weights on you but comforting.

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layce2015 · 1 year

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

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Dean walks down a dim hallway, grimly, turning towards a door and pulling out a gun. He slides out the clip, taps it on the gun, then replaces it. Inside the room, there is a Crater Lake poster on the wall. Below it is a young blond man, Duane, tied to a chair.

Nearby are a young woman, Pam, and her twin brother, Pete, a middle-aged woman, Dr. Lee, and a tough-looking black man, Mark, all standin around looking around nervously. Duane looks up as Dean opens the door and enters, raising the gun.

"No, no, no, no, no, you're not gonna...no, I swear! It's not in me!" Duane stammers, frantically. "Oh God." Pam said, fearfully. "We're all gonna die." Pete said, panicked. "Maybe he's tellin' the truth." Mark said as Dean advanced toward Duane, cocking his gun.

"He's not him, not anymore." Dean said. "No, stop it! Stop it! Ask her, ask the doctor! It's not in me!" Duane pleads, frantically. "I just...I can't tell." Lee said, unsure. "No, please, don't. Don't. I swear, I..." Duane pleads to Dean.

"I got no choice." Dean said and Duane starts sobbing. "I swear, it's not in me, it's not in me! Don't, don't. Please!" Duane pleads until Dean fires twice.

I had my head buried in my pillows, thinking that this would help with the pain in my head. I let out a pained groan when I heard something crash. I look up, slowly, to see that the lamp on the bed side table had knocked over and broke on the floor, somehow.

I look over at the other side of the bed and see that Sam was laying on the floor, groaning in pain. "Sam..." I whispered when I hear the the door open. I look up to see Dean had entered chewing on jerky and carrying a six-pack of beer.

He stops and looks at us as me and Sam sit up, panting. "Guys?" Dean asked, concerned. "No..." Sam whispers as I give a fearful look towards Dean.

Dean was driving while Sam was navigating with a GPS device, which speaks directions. "Continue on O-R Two-Two-Four West." The GPS said. "There are only two towns in the US named Rivergrove." Sam said.

"How come you guys are so sure it's the one in Oregon?" Dean asked as that Oregon poster pops up in my minds eye. "There was a picture. Crater Lake." I said and Sam nods. "She's right." He said.

"Okay, what else?" Dean asked. "I saw a dark room, some people, and a guy tied to a chair." Sam said. "Yeah, me too." I said. "And I ventilated him?" Dean asked. "Yeah. You thought there was something inside him." I said to him.

"What, a demon? Was he possessed?" He asked us. "I don't know." Sam and I said, in unison. "Well, all your weirdo visions are always tied to the Yellow-Eyed Demon somehow....so was there any black smoke? Did we try to exorcise it?" Dean said.

"No." I said.

"Nothing, you just plugged him, that's it." Sam said.

"Well, I'm sure I had a good reason." Dean said. "I sure hope so." I muttered. "What does that mean?" Dean asked as he looks up at the rearview mirror at me but I don't reply to him.

"I mean, I'm not gonna waste an innocent man." Dean said and Sam and I raise an eyebrow at him. "I wouldn't!" Dean exclaims. "Never said you would!" Sam said to him. "Fine!" Dean yells. "Fine!" Sam shouts back at him and I sigh.

"Look, we don't know what it is. But whatever it is, that guy in the chair's a part of it. So let's find him, and see what's what." I said as I look between the boys. "Fine." Dean growls. "Fine." Sam and I said and we sit in silence as Dean continues driving down the road.

We pull into the town, passing a large billboard advertising Crater Lake. We pull up in front of a wooden shop; out front the older man from my vision is cleaning a rifle; he wears a short-sleeved blue shirt with a multi-pocket brown vest.

The boys and I get out and approach him. "Morning." Dean greets. "Good morning. Can I help you?" The man asked us. "Yeah." Dean said as he pulls out a badge. "Uh, Billy Gibbons, Frank Beard, Billy Ethridge. U.S. Marshals." Dean said and the man looks at us, confused.

"What's this about?" The man asked. "We're looking for someone." I said and Sam nods. "A young man, early twenties. He'd have a, a thin scar right below his hairline." Sam describes.

"What'd he do?" The man asked. "Well, nothing. We're actually looking for someone else, but we think this young man could help us." I said. "Yeah, he's not in any kind of trouble or anything; well, not yet." Dean said then he looks at the man's arm which had a distinctive tattoo. "I think maybe you know who he is...Master Sergeant." Dean said and the man gives him a curious look

"My dad was in the Corps, he was a Corporal." Dean replied. "What company?" The man asked. "Echo-2-1." Dean said and the man nods. "So can you help us?" I asked him. "Duane Tanner's got a scar like that. But I know him. Good kid, keeps his nose clean." He said after hesitating for a moment.

"Oh, I'm sure he does. Um. You know where he lives?" Dean asked. "With his family, up Aspen Way." The man replied. "Thank you." Dean said and we leave.

Across the street, Sam bumps into a telephone pole and glances at it in passing. He stops and stares at it. "Sam?" I said as I come up next to him to see a word is etched into the wooden pole.

CROATOAN

"Hey." I said to Dean answer he approaches it and looks at the word. "Croatoan?" Dean said, questioning. "Yeah." Sam said and Sam looks at him, blankly. "Roanoke? Lost colony? Ring a bell? Dean, did you pay any attention in history class?" Sam asked him. "Yeah! Shots heard 'round the world, How bills becomes laws..." Dean said and I give him a you serious? look.

"That's not school, that's Schoolhouse Rock." I said to him. "Whatever." Dean said, shrugging, and I sigh and shake my head. "Roanoke was one of the first English colonies in America, late 1500s." Sam said to him. "Oh yeah, yeah, I do remember that. The only thing they left behind was a single word carved in a tree. Croatoan." Dean said, nodding.

"Yeah. And I mean, there were theories — Indian raid, disease, but nobody knows what really happened. They were all just gone. I mean, wiped out overnight." I said. "You guys don't think that's what's going on here, I mean..." Dean said to us. "Whatever we saw in our head, it sure wasn't good. But what do you think could do that?" Sam asked him.

"Well, I mean, like I said, all of your weirdo visions are always tied to the Yellow-Eyed Demon somehow, so..." Dean said, shrugging. "We should get help. Bobby, uh, Ellen maybe?" I suggest to them. "Yeah, that's a good idea." Dean said and he pulls out his cell phone, then frowns at it.

"I don't have a signal." He said and Sam and I pull out our phones and I notice I have no signal either. "I don't either." Sam said and they look over at me. "That's a negative." I said and we walk to a pay phone, which Dean picks up then clicks the receiver several times.

"Line's dead." He said as he hangs up. "I'll tell you one thing. If I was gonna massacre a town, that'd be my first step." Dean said and we head back to the Impala.

We park outside a cabin--like house in the middle of nowhere, then we approach the front. By the door is a small, tacky plaque that reads BORN TO FISH; FORCED TO WORK. Sam knocks on the door, and a teenaged boy with dark spiked hair opens it.

"Yeah?" He asked and we flash out badge at him. "We're looking for Duane Tanner; he lives here, right?" Dean said. "Yeah, he's my brother." The boy said.

"Can we talk to him?" I asked him. "Oh, he's not here right now." The boy said. "Do you know where he is?" Dean asked. "Yeah, he went on a fishing trip up by Roslyn Lake." The boy replied.

"Your parents home?" Sam asked him. "Yeah, they're inside." The boy said as an older man's voice calls out to him. "Jake? Who is it?" The voice asked as an older man comes up to the door. "Hi, U.S. Marshals, sir, we're looking for your son Duane." Dean said to Mr Tanner. "Wh-why? He's not in trouble, is he?" Mr Tanner asked, worried.

"No, no, no, no. We just need to ask him a couple of routine questions, that's all." I said to him. "When's he due back from his trip?" Sam asked. "I'm not sure." Mr Tanner said. "Well, maybe your wife knows." I said. "No, I don't know, she's not here right now." Mr Tanner said and we give confused look towards him.

"Your son said she was." Dean said and Jake looks at us. "Did I?" He said, confused. "She's getting groceries. So, when Duane gets back, there's a number where he can get a hold of you?" Mr Tanner asked. "Oh no, we'll just check in with you later." Dean said and we turn and walk down the steps as the Tanners shut the door behind us.

"That was kind of creepy, right? A little too Stepford?" Dean asked us. "Big time." Sam said and I nodded. Looking furtively about, we sneak around to the back of the house, crouching below a window.

Inside, Mr Tanner comes out of the next room with a kitchen knife. Jake stands in front of his mother, who was tied up, and casually rolls up one sleeve. Mr Tanner cuts into his arm and lets the blood drip onto a wound in his wife's shoulder.

Immediately, the boys and I arm ourselves and kick down the back door. As we rush in, handguns raised, Mr Tanner rushes at us with a knife; Dean and I shoot him in the chest. Jake jumps out the window, shattering glass, and darts off into the woods. Sam aims at him through the window but hesitates, giving him time to get away.

Later, we drive up to the clinic and parked in front of the building. We get out of the car and Sam goes to help Mrs Tanner out and leads her to the door and I follow them while Dean opens the trunk. Inside, the clinic is quiet, dim, and empty.

"Hello? Hello?" I called out. "We need a doctor here!" Sam shouts then a young man and woman, who looked very similar in facial feature, rush out to us. "Mrs. Tanner, what happened?" The girl asked us. "She's been attacked." Sam replied and the man turns and yells. "Doctor Lee!"

Then a woman, Dr Lee, wearing a lab coat rushes in and sees Mrs Tanner. "Bring her in." She said and Sam nods. "Okay." He said and the man leads Sam and Mrs Tanner into a back room while Lee follows. Dean enters, carrying the canvas-covered body of Mr Tanner hoisted over his shoulders.

"Is that —" Lee started to ask until Dean speaks over her. "Mr. Tanner?" He said. "Was he attacked too?" Lee asked and Dean and I exchange a look. "Uh...no, actually, he did the attacking and then he got himself shot." I said as Dean nods. "Shot?" Lee exclaimed, shocked. "Yeah." Dean and I said.

"And who are you?" Lee asked Dean. "U.S. Marshal. I'd show you my badge, but uh..." Dean said as he gestures towards Mr Tanner's body. "I can vouch for him." I said as I hold up my badge and she looks at it then nods. "Bring him back here." Lee said and we head to the back room towards the lab.

Mrs Tanner was seated on a stool with her shirt off; Dr. Lee sits across from her, treating the wound on her left shoulder. "Wait, you said Jake helped him? Your son Jake?" Lee asked and Mrs Tanner nods. "They beat me. Tied me up." She said and the young woman and man, that greeted us, both shake their heads.

"I don't believe it." The woman said. "Me either." The man said. "Pam. Pete." Lee said to them, warningly, and they look at her and nod before Lee turns back to Mrs Tanner. "Beverly...do you have any idea why they would act this way? Any history of chemical dependency?" She asked. "No, of course not. I don't know why. One minute they were my husband and my son. And the next, they had the devil in them." Beverly said and the boys and I share a look at her last words.

"We gotta talk." Dean said to us and we exit the lab. "Those guys were whacked out of their gourds." Dean said. "What do you think? Multiple demons, mass possession?" Sam asked. "If it is a possession there could be more. I mean, God knows how many, it could be like a friggin' Shriner convention." I said and Sam sighs. "Great." He grumbles.

"Of course, that's one way to wipe out a town, you take it from the inside." Dean said and Sam shrugging. "I don't know, guys. We didn't see any of the demon smoke with Mr. Tanner, or any of the other usual signs." Sam said. "Well, whatever. Something turned him into a monster. And you know if you woulda taken out the other one there'd be one less to worry about." Dean growled at Sam.

"I'm sorry, all right? I hesitated, Dean, it was a kid!" Sam shouts. "No, it was an it. Not the best time for a bleeding heart, Sam." Dean growls. "Okay, enough boys!" I said just as Lee stalks out of the lab, her heels clicking loudly on the floor.

"How's the patient?" I asked her. "Terrible! What the hell happened out there?" She exclaimed. "We don't know." Dean said. "Yeah? Well, you just killed my next door neighbor." Lee said. "We didn't have a choice." I said. "Maybe so, but we need the county Sheriff. I need the coroner..." Lee said.

"Phones are down." Sam said and she sighs. "I know, I tried. Tell me you have a police radio in the car?" Lee asked us. "Yeah we do. But it crapped out just like everything else." I said and Lee runs her hands over her face.

"I don't understand what is happening." She said, scared. "How far is it to the next town?" Dean asked her. "It's about forty miles down to Sidewinder." Lee replied. "All right, I'm gonna go down there, see if I can find some help." Dean said then he claps both mine and Sam on the shoulder. "My partners'll stick around, keep you guys safe." He said.

"Safe from what?" Lee asked. "We'll get back to you on that." Dean said and he starts to leave.

Later in the lab, I was leaning against a counter, staring at the body of Mr Tanner while Sam begins pacing. Lee was sitting on a stool, looking at something in a microscope. "Huh." She said, confused. "What?" Sam and I asked. "His lymphocyte percentage is pretty high. His body was fighting off a viral infection." Lee said.

"Really? What kind of virus?" Sam asked as I raise an eyebrow. "Can't say for sure." Lee said, shaking her head. "Do you think an infection could have made him act like that?" I asked her. "None that I've ever heard of. I mean, some can cause dementia, but not that kind of violence. And besides, I've never heard of one that did this to the blood." Lee said.

"Did what?" Sam asked. "There's this...weird residue. If I didn't know better I'd say it was sulfur." Lee said and my eyes widen. "Sulfur." Sam and I said and we exchange a worried look then we stare, intently, at Mrs Tanner, who is still huddled on the stool in the lab.

"I don't understand. Are you saying my husband and Jake had a disease?" She asked, tearfully. "That's what we're trying to find out. Now, during the attack, do you remember....did you have any direct contact with their blood?" Lee asked her. "Oh my God. You don't think I've got this virus, do you?" Mrs Tanner asked, frantically.

"Beverly, I don't know what to think. But with your permission, we'll take a blood sample." Lee said. Mrs Tanner nods and lays her hand gently on Lee's.

Suddenly she grabs Lee's wrist and yells in rage, lashing out with her other hand. I advance on her and she tosses me against a glass cabinet, which shatters. Sam goes towards her but she picks up a scalpel, then he takes a fire extinguisher from the wall. She advances on him, still yelling, and he knocks her out.

"You okay?" Sam asked after we take a moment. "Yeah." I said, nodding, as I get up.

Later, after locking Mrs Tanner in a closet, Lee begins to look through the microscope again. Pam and Pete were huddled against the far wall. "What if we all have it? What if we all go crazy?" Pete asked, nervously. "You've got to stay calm. All we can do is wait. The Marshal's bringing help." Lee said to them.

"I can't, I...I've got to go." Pam said, frantically. "Pam!" Lee shouts. "No, you don't understand. My boyfriend's out there, I gotta make sure he's okay." Pam said and she hurries out of the lab. "Pam!" Pete shouts and he follows her out then Sam and I follow them all the way to the lobby.

"All right, wait, wait. Please." Sam said to Pam, who turns to him. "Look, we know you're upset, all right? But it's safer if you stay here for now. Help is coming." I said to her just as we hear the Impala pull up outside.

"There they are." Sam said as I smile. "Sammy? (Y/n)? Open up!" Dean's voice calls out and we go to the front door and let Dean and the man, we first met in this town, in. Both of them were armed.

"Did you guys, uh, get to a phone?" Sam asked Dean. "Road block." Dean said to the man. "I'm gonna have a word. Doc's inside." He said and the man leaves and heads to the back.

"What's going on out there, Dean?" I asked him. "I don't know, I feel like Chuck Heston in the Omega Man, I mean, Sarge is the only sane person I could find. What are we dealing with, do you know?" Dean asked. "Yeah. Doc thinks it's a virus." Sam replied.

"Okay, great. What do you think?" Dean said. "I think she's right." I said and Sam nods. "Really?" Dean said. "Yeah. And we think the infected are trying to infect others with blood-to-blood contact. Oh, but it gets better. The uh, the virus? Leaves traces of sulfur in the blood." Sam said.

"A demonic virus?" Dean asked. "Yeah, more like demonic germ warfare. At least it explains why Sam and I have been having visions." I said. "It's like a Biblical plague." Dean said. "Yeah. You don't know how right you are, Dean." I said to him. "I've been poring through Dad's journal, found something about the Roanoke colony." Sam said.

"And?" Dean asked. "Dad always had a theory about Croatoan. He thought it was a demon's name. Sometimes known as Deva or sometimes Resheph. A demon of plague and pestilence." Sam explains. "Well, that, that's terrific." Dean said, sarcastically. "Why here, why now?"

"No idea. But Dean, who knows how far this thing can spread? We gotta get out of here, we gotta warn people." I said. "They've got one! In here!" The man's voice shouts and the boys and I exchange a look then head into the room.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked. "The wife. She's infected." I said to him. "We've gotta take care of this. We can't just leave her in there. My neighbors, they were strong. The longer we wait, the stronger she'll get." The man said as he gestures towards the door. Dean barely hesitates before pulling out his gun and stalking into the lab.

"You're gonna kill Beverly Tanner?" Pam said, confused, as we enter the lab. "Doctor, could there be any treatment? Some kind of cure for this?" Sam asked Lee. "Can you cure it?" Dean asked. "For God's sake, I don't even know what it is!" Lee exclaims.

"I told you, it's just a matter of time before she breaks through." The man said. "Just leave her in there, you can't shoot her like an animal!" Pete exclaims. "Sam. (Y/n)." Dean said and we go to the door of the utility room, where Mrs Tanner is being held.

Dean and the man hold their guns ready; Sam carefully opens the door, and the two men take up offensive positions. Inside, Mrs Tanner is huddled on the floor, knees drawn up. She jumps at their approach.

"Mark, what are you doing? Mark, it's...it's them! They locked me in here, they...they tried to kill me! They're infected, not me! Please, Mark! You've known me all your life! Please!" She pleads to the man, Mark, who shakes and on the verge of tears. "You guys sure she's one of 'em?" Dean asked me and Sam. We nod at him as Mark pulls back, near tears. Dean then steps forward and fires twice.

Mark peers through the shades on the window, cautiously. Meanwhile, Sam pulls out a hunting knife and checks the blade as Dean and I load a gun. In the lab, we hear a few things crash and break then Pam and Pete scream.

"Oh God! Is there any on me?" Pam shouts as we look over and see that they dropped some vials of blood. "Are we okay?" Pete asked as Lee looks them over. "You're clean, you guys are okay." She assures them. "Why are we staying here?" Pete asked, angrily. "Please, let's just go!" Pam said, tearfully. "No, we can't, because those things are everywhere." Dean said and Pam begins sinking down and Pete kneels down to his sister.

"Oh God...." She cries and Pete hugs his sister. "Hey, shh, shh." He assures her as Sam looks over at me and Dean. "She's right about one thing. We can't stay here. We've gotta get out of here, get to the Roadhouse? Somewhere. Let people know what's coming." Sam said, quietly. "Yeah, good point. Night of the Living Dead didn't exactly end pretty." Dean said.

"Well, I'm not sure we've got a choice. Lots of folks up here are good with rifles—even with all your hardware we're, we're easy targets. So unless you've got some explosives..." Mark said as Sam glances up at a shelf of medical supplies.

"We could make some." Sam said as he goes to the shelf and takes down a bottle of Potassium Chloride. Just then, someone starts pounding frantically on the front door and we run out.

"Hey! Let me in, let me in! Please!" A voice shouts, frantically. "It's Duane Tanner!" Mark said and he opens the door and lets Duane in. He has a backpack and is limping. "Thank God." Duane said, relived. "Duane, you okay?" Mark asked as Dean turns to me and Sam.

"That's the guy that I, uh..." Dean said then he clicks his tongue. "Yeah." Sam and I replied. "Who else is in here?" Duane asked as he starts to walk towards the back but Dean grabs his arm. "Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there, chief. Hey Doc! Give Duane a good once-over, would you?" Dean said and Lee nods as she leads us back to the lab.

"Pam? Pete?" Lee calls out as Duane looks at Dean. "Who are you?" He asked. "Never mind who I am." Dean said then he turns to Lee. "Doc." He said and Lee nods. "Yeah, okay." She said as she looks him over.

"Duane. Where you been?" Mark asked. "On a fishing trip up by Roslyn. I came back this afternoon. I...I saw Roger McGill being dragged out of his house by people we know! They started cutting him with knives! I ran, I've been hiding in the woods ever since." Duane said then he looks around at us. "Has anybody seen my mom and dad?" He asked and Dean turns to me and Sam, again.

"Awkward..." he said in an attempt joking tone.

Later, Duane was sitting on a stool, his left leg has a deep gash in it. "You're bleeding." Lee said. "Where'd you get that?" I asked him, nodding at his leg. "I was running, I must have tripped." He said. "Tie him up, there's rope in there." Dean said and Duane looks around in a panic.

"Wait..." he said but Dean pulls his gun on Duane. "Sit down!" Dean orders and Duane looks at Mark. "I'm sorry, Duane, he's right. We've gotta be careful." Mark said. "Careful? About what?" Duane asked.

"Did they bleed on you?" Dean asked him. "No, what the hell? No!" Duane exclaims. "Doc? Any way to know for sure, any test?" Sam asked Lee. "I've studied Beverly's bloodwork backwards and forwards." Lee said and Duane looks at her. "My mom!" He exclaims.

"It took three hours for the virus to incubate. The sulfur didn't appear in the blood until then, so...no, there'd be no way of knowing. Not until after Duane turns." Lee said and Sam looks over at Dean. "Dean, I gotta talk to you. Now." He said and Dean glances at Mark, who nods.

Then Sam gestures for me to follow them and we leave the lab. "This is our vision, Dean. It's happening." Sam said and I nod. "Yeah, I figured." Dean said. "You can't kill him, all right? Not yet. We don't know if he's infected or not." I said to Dean. "Well, I think we're pretty damn sure. Guy shows up out of nowhere, he's got a cut on his leg, his whole family's infected?" Dean said, suspiciously.

"All right, then we should keep him tied up, and we should wait and see." Sam said. "For what? For him to Hulk out and infect somebody else? No thanks, can't take that chance." Dean said and he starts to push past us, but Sam stops him with a hand on his chest.

"Hey look, man, I'm not happy about this, okay? But it's a tough job and you guys know that." Dean said to us. "It's supposed to be tough, Dean. We're supposed to struggle with this, that's the whole point." I said.

"What does that buy us?" Dean asked. "A clear conscience, for one!" Sam said. "Well, it's too late for that." Dean said and he starts to walk but Sam stops him again.

"What the hell's happened to you?" Sam asked him. "What?" Dean said. "You might kill an innocent man, and you don't even care! You don't act like yourself anymore, Dean." Sam said. "Hell, you know what? You're acting like one of those things out there." I exclaimed and Dean looks between us then he pushes past Sam a third time.

Sam tries to stop him again but Dean hurls him against the far wall. "What the hell?!" I said and I go and stand in front of Dean. "Stop!" I said. "(Y/n), don't make me hurt you." Dean warns me. "I'm not gonna let you hurt an innocent man." I said then he, quickly, grabs me and hurls me against the wall next to Sam.

He goes back into the hall and locks the door behind him. "Hey!" Sam and I shout as we rattled the lock. "Open the damn door, Dean!" I shouted. "Don't do it, Dean! Don't!" Sam shouts. We did this for a few minutes until we hear the lock unlock. We step back and see Dean standing there and I give him a worried look but he shakes his head at us and both Sam and I let out a sigh of relief.

Hours later, Sam, Dean and I were preparing explosives with rags and glass bottles when Lee enters, hands in her pockets. "It's been over four hours. Duane's blood is still clean. I don't think he's infected. I'd like to untie him, if that's all right." She said and the boys and I share a look. Sam and I nod and Dean lowers his head. "Sure. Yeah." Sam said and she leaves.

"You know we're gonna ask you why." I said to Dean. "Yeah, I know." He said. "So why? Why didn't you do it?" Sam asked and Dean glances at us the back at the bottles. "We need more alcohol." He said and Sam and I get up and go into the dispensary, where we find Pam and Pete already there.

"How you guys holding up?" I asked them. "Good." Pete said, nodding. "It'll all be over soon." Pam said as Sam and I go to a shelf and look through it.

"In fact, we've been waiting for this the whole time." Pete said and we turn to face them to see the door was shut behind them. "For what?" Sam asked them. "To get you two alone." Pam said then both of them lash out at us. Pam knocks Sam down and Pete knocks me down on the ground.

Pete straddles me and hits me, hard, across the face. I let out a groan as Pete pulls out a scalpel in one hand, which he slices across my chest and then across his own palm, placing his wound over mine.

Then I hear the door being kicked open then the three shoots. I look over and see Pam, who was on top of Sam, convulses and falls to the floor. Pete then turns, quickly, and he was shot three times as well and I see Dean and Mark at the door. Sam reaches out a hand to Dean, who starts to lean over to take it but Mark pulls him back.

"They bled on them. They've got the virus." Mark said and I place my hand on my chest and pull it back, realizing it's true. I look over at Sam, who had a scared look on his face, then we look at Dean, who just looked stunned.

Later, Sam and I were sitting on a couple of stools, a bandage pressed on our chest. I look down and could feel tears in my eyes as the others surround us, Dean pacing angrily. "Doc, check their wound again, would you?" Dean asked but no response.

"Doctor!" Dean shouts. "What's she need to examine them for? You saw what happened." Mark said to Dean as Lee comes up to me and Sam. "Did Pam's and Pete's blood actually enter your wounds?" She asked us.

"Come on, of course it did!" Mark shouts. "We don't know that for sure." Dean yells. "We can't take a chance." Duane said. "You know what we have to do." Mark said. "Nobody is shooting my brother and my gi...friend." Dean said and I give a look at this. "He isn't gonna be your brother much longer. And she's not gonna be your friend much longer either. You said it yourself." Duane said.

"Nobody is shooting anyone!" Dean shouts. "You were gonna shoot me!" Duane yells at him. "You don't shut your pie-hole, I still might!" Dean argues. "Dean, they're right. (Y/n) and I are infected; just give us the gun and we'll do it ourself." Sam said and I bite my lips and blink back tears.

"Forget it." Dean said, firmly. "Dean, we're not gonna become one of those things." I said to him. "Guys, we've still got some time..." Dean started to say until Mark talks over him. "Time for what? Look, I understand he's your brother and she's your friend, and I'm sorry, I am. But we gotta take care of this."

Mark then pulls out his handgun. "I'm gonna say this one time — you make a move on them, you'll be dead before you hit the ground. You understand me? I mean, do I make myself clear?!" Dean yells, angrily. "Then what are we supposed to do?!" Mark asked and Dean tosses Mark his keys.

"Get the hell out of here, that's what. Take my car. You've got the explosives, there's an arsenal in there. You two go with him. You've got enough firepower to handle anything now." Dean tells them. "What about you?" Mark asked him and Sam and I look up at Dean, who looks down then over at us.

"Dean, no." I said, shaking my head. "No. Go with them. This is your only chance!" Sam said to him. "You're not gonna get rid of me that easy." Dean said. "No, he's right. Come with us." Mark said but Dean doesn't move. "Okay, it's your funeral." Mark said and he leads Duane and Lee out the door.

"I'm sorry. Thanks for everything, Marshals." Lee said to us and Dean looks at her. "Oh, actually we're not really Marshals." Dean admits. "Um. Oh." Lee said, shocked then she leaves and Dean shuts the door behind her. He turns slowly to face us, and I close my eyes as some tears fall down my face.

"Wish we had a deck of cards, or a foosball table or something." Dean said, trying to lighten the mood. "Dean, don't do this. Just get the hell out of here." I plead to him as I look up at him. "No way." Dean said. "Give us my gun and leave." Sam said. "For the last time, guys. No." Dean said and Sam slams the table with his fist.

"This is the dumbest thing you've ever done." Sam said. "Oh, I don't know about that. Remember that waitress in Tampa?" Dean said and he shudders and I shake my head as I wipe the tears. "Dean, Sam and I are sick. It's over for us. It doesn't have to be for you." I said to him. "No?" Dean said. "No, you can keep going." Sam said.

"Who says I want to?" Dean asked and Sam and I give him confused looks. "What?" We asked as Dean crosses to the other wall and pulls a handgun out of his waistband before sitting on the file cabinet.

"I'm tired, guys. I'm tired of this job, this life...this weight on my shoulders, man. I'm tired of it." Dean said, dejectedly. "So what, so you're just going to give up? You're just gonna lay down and die?" I asked him and he looks down. "Look, Dean, I know this stuff with Dad has--" Sam started to say but Dean shakes his head. "You're wrong. It's not about Dad. I mean, part of it is, sure, but..." he stops and bites his lips.

"What is it about?" I asked him when we hear a noise outside; a moment later there's a knocking on the door. Dean picks up both handguns and we cross to it, Lee is standing there and Dean opens the door. "You'd better come see this." She said.

The five of us stand just outside the clinic; everything else in sight is deathly silent. "There's no one. Not anywhere. They've all just...vanished." Lee said as we look around in shock.

The next morning, Lee was looking through the microscope; Sam and I were seated on the exam table. "Well, it's been five hours and your blood's still clean. I don't understand it but I think you two dodged a bullet." Lee said to us. "But we were exposed." Sam said, confused. "Yeah...How could we not be infected?" I asked her. "I don't know. But you guys are just not. I mean, you compare it with the Tanner samples..." Lee said as she looks through another microscope.

"What the hell?" She said, shocked. "What?" Sam and I asked. "Their blood. There's no trace of the virus. No sulfur, nothing." She said and Sam and I share a confused look.

Later, Mark and Duane are loading up a truck while Lee stands in the doorway of the clinic. "Hey, the Sarge and I are getting the hell out of here, heading south. You should come." Duane said. "I'd better get over to Sidewinder, get the authorities up here. If they'll believe me. Take care." Lee said and Mark waves to her then to me and the boys, as we lean against the Impala.

"What about them?" Dean asked as he nods towards me and Sam. "They're going to be fine. No signs of infection." Lee said and she goes back inside as Mark and Duane pull away in the truck. Dean turns to me and Sam. "Hey man, don't look at me. I got no clue." Sam said and I shrug. "Same here." I said and Dean sighs.

"I swear, I'm gonna lose sleep over this one. I mean, why here, why now? And where the hell did everybody go? It's like they just friggin' melted." Dean said, frustrated. "Why were we immune?" I asked. "Yeah. You know what? That's a good question. You know, I'm already starting to feel like this is the one that got away?" Dean said and we get in the car and pull away from town.

Later, we were parked by the side of a road, overlooking a river, the three of us leaning against a fence, drinking beer. "So. Last night. You want to tell us what the hell you were talking about?" Sam asked him. "What do you mean?" Dean asked, playing dumb.

"What does he mean? I mean you said you were tired of the job. And that it wasn't just because of John." I said to him. "Forget it." Dean said, waving vaguely. "No, I can't. No way." Sam said. "Yeah, neither can I." I said. "Come on guys, I thought we were going to die, you guys can't hold that over me." Dean said.

"No, no, no, no. You can't pull that crap with us, man. You're talking." Sam said. "And what if I don't?" Dean asked. "Then I guess we'll just have to keep asking until you do." I said, shrugging.

"I don't know, guys. I just think maybe we ought to...go to the Grand Canyon." Dean said, ignoring our question. "What?" Sam and I asked. "Yeah, you know, all this driving back and forth across country, you know I've never been to the Grand Canyon? Or we could go to T.J. Or Hollywood, see if we can bang Lindsey Lohan." Dean said and I raise an eyebrow.

"You're not making any sense." I said to him. "I just think we should take a break from all this. Why do we gotta get stuck with all the responsibility, you know? Why can't we live life a little bit?" Dean asked us.

"Why are you saying all this?" Sam asked and Dean shakes his head, turning away.

"No, no, no, no, Dean. You're my brother, all right? So whatever weight you're carrying, let me and (y/n) help a little bit." Sam said to him. "I can't. I promised." Dean said.

"Who?" I asked.

"Dad." Dean replied.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked him as Dean looks down. "Right before Dad died, he told me something." Dean said and he takes a breath then looks at us. "He told me something about you two." He said. "What?" Sam asked but Dean doesn't say anything.

"Dean, what did he tell you?" I asked him and he looks at us.

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ㅤAnother bullet hit Hadji Murád in the left side. He lay down in the ditch, and again pulled some cotton wool out of his beshmét and plugged the wound. This wound in the side was fatal, and he felt that he was dying. Memories and pictures succeeded one another with extraordinary rapidity in his imagination. Now he saw the powerful Abu Nutsal Khan as, dagger in hand and holding up his severed cheek, he rushed at his foe; then he saw the weak, bloodless old Vorontsóv, with his cunning white face, and heard his soft voice; and then he saw his own son Yusúf, his wife Sofiat, and then the pale, red-bearded face of his enemy Shamil with half-closed eyes. All these images passed through his mind without evoking any feeling within him: neither pity nor anger nor any kind of desire; everything seemed so insignificant in comparison with what was beginning, or had already begun, within him.

ㅤYet his strong body continued the thing that he had commenced. Gathering together his last strength, he rose from behind the bank, fired his pistol at a man who was just running towards him, and hit him. The man fell. Then Hadji Murád got quite out of the ditch, and, limping heavily, went dagger in hand straight at the foe.

ㅤSome shots cracked, and he reeled and fell. Several militiamen with triumphant shrieks rushed towards the fallen body. But the body that seemed to be dead, suddenly moved. First the uncovered bleeding shaven head rose; then, with hands holding to the trunk of the tree, the body rose. He seemed so terrible that those who were running towards him stopped short. But suddenly a shudder passed through him; he staggered away from the tree and fell on his face, streched out at full length, like a thistle that had been mown down, and he moved no more.

ㅤHe did not move, but still he felt.

ㅤWhen Hadji Aga, who was the first to reach him, struck him on the head with a large dagger, it seemed to Hadji Murád that some one was striking him with a hammer, and he could not understand who was doing it, or why. That was his last consciousness of any connection with his body. He felt nothing more, and his enemies kicked and hacked at what had no longer anything in common with him.

ㅤHadji Aga placed his foot on the back of the corpse, and with two blows cut off the head, and carefully—not to soil his shoes with blood—rolled it away with his foot. Crimson blood spurted from the arteries of the neck, and black blood flowed from the head, soaking the grass.

ㅤKargánov and Hadji Aga and Akhmet Khan and all the militiamen gathered together—like sportsmen round a slaughtered animal—near the bodies of Hadji Murád and his men (Khanéfi, Khan Mahomá, and Gamzálo were bound), and amid the powder-smoke which hung over the bushes, they triumphed in their victory.

ㅤThe nightingales, that had hushed their songs while the firing lasted, now started their trills once more: first one quite close, then others in the distance.

ㅤ— Leo Tolstoy, from Chapter XXV in Hadji Murad, trans. Aylmer Maude.

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Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Rod Stewart, Elton John — all have benefited from the Gerry Stickells' treatment. His latest charges have been Queen, who last night climaxed their biggest-ever European tour at Knebworth. So what makes Gerry Stickells a legend in pop circles?

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There was a moment in the recent Queen concert at Slane Castle when Freddie Mercury was prancing along catwalk at the top of the stage, and an enormous bearded man rose slowly over the edge of the catwalk behind him like King Neptune arising from the waves. Freddie Mercury faltered just fractionally and then danced on again, reassured. The bearded man looked down over his kingdom — the 80,000 spectators packed into the field in front of Slane Castle, the 50 technicians sweating over the lights and sound consoles, the 100 security men tussling round the front of the stage. He beamed. All was well. Slowly, securely, he sank again out of sight.

The legendary Gerry Stickells. No big pop concert is considered complete without his reassuring presence: he is the tour manager, the one who brings order out of chaos. He is 43, six foot one, and (maybe) 16 stone. He walks with solid, stately tread, resplendent in his yellow Hawaiian shirt, his jazzy Bermuda shorts, with his Staff /All Areas / Backstage Passes chained round his neck whence even the most determined fans will have trouble stealing them. Like an eastern potentate, he processes round the backstage frenzy and the front-of-stage mayhem, bestowing calm with a beatific smile.

Before the concert, he was sitting in the stars’ trailer dishing out enormous wads of punts (Irish pound notes) to assorted technicians, while Freddie Mercury, in a yellow tracksuit, picked daintily at the Smarties on the buffet (pop stars live on Smarties, don’t ask me why). During the concert, Gerry seemed to be everywhere — checking the crews’ loos and the stars’ helicopter, keeping an eye on the carnage in the St John Ambulance tent (eight broken legs and more blotto drunks than anyone could count), and whistling up fire hoses out of the blue to plug the gap where things in the audience had broken down the security fence. "Just high spirits,” said Gerry benignly.

Gerry Stickells grew up in Kent, where his parents were farmers, and trained as a car mechanic. “I’m one of the few people in this business who isn’t a frustrated musician.”

But he was a teenager in the ‘60s, and when a friend who played in a dance band came and asked him to be their roadie, he obliged. One of his friends teamed up with a mad black guitarist Jimi Hendrix, and suddenly Gerry was thrown into the sex ‘n’ drugs ‘n’ rock ‘n’ roll marlstrom, organising Hendrix tours all round Britain and America. Those tours — Hendrix setting fire to his guitars — are fondly remembered wherever two or three old rock fans are gathered together.

“People still come up to me,” says Gerry, “and talk about how they saw Hendrix at the Forum and ‘Wow, it was so loud!’ But it really wasn’t; it couldn’t have been. The whole PA (amplification) for Hendrix at the Forum was smaller than the monitor system we use for […]

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Kinktober Day 5: Uniforms

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Warnings/Content: More plot than smut, butt plug, nipple clamps, inappropriate use of superpowers . His uniform is literally just jeans and a t-shirt and I love him for it.

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A lot of the women in your suburban neighbourhood can often be heard gossiping about how much they like a man in uniform - usually after the local fire department do their latest charity carwash or release their annual naked calendar. Some of the husbands are cops, others are businessmen who look good enough in their suits that their wives don’t mind the lack of uniform - or keep the knock-off sexified versions tucked in the backs of closets.

To most, your husband is just another guy in a suit, but you know he looks better in his uniform than Jackie and Karen could ever dream - and you’re sure they do - he’s the Resident DILF to most of the bored housewives around here.

He’s not a cop, or a firefighter. Doesn’t spend his days operating in scrubs and a white coat, and unlike his colleagues, his uniform isn’t made of that shiny form-fitting spandex that signifies a superhero (or a time travelling fitness instructor who’s come straight from the 80s).

Really if Marcus wore his uniform down the middle of the nosey street (provided, of course, that his katanas weren’t strapped to his back), only the vibrant H on his belt would suggest anything out of the ordinary. Black t-shirt and sturdy-but-comfortable pants didn’t scream Leader of the Heroics, but that was sort of the point, even though everyone who paid attention to the news knew his face and name.

You worry about him, every day, facing down aliens isn’t exactly easy. You’re always keeping an eye on the live news reports when he’s at work, just in case something happens, and you’re there at the door to welcome him home when nothing does, a bag by the coat rack for an emergency hospital trip or evac if something drastic does.

His uniform is usually kept on base, with a spare at home if there’s a real emergency and he needs to jump into action immediately. But that spare is seeing more use than the other these days.

Not because of emergencies but… well… you like a man in uniform too.

Especially when he does that thing with his powers… tweaks on the nipple clamps and adjusts the buttplug with his mind all while bracing his weight over you, his clothed chest to your naked back as his hips slam home, those breathless grunts in your ear… the so fucking tight’s and fuck baby, I’m gonna cum’s… All while his belt buckle tinkles at his thigh, his fingerless gloves over his hot palms as he threads his fingers with yours, uses the chain necklace you always wear to bare your throat to him, beard and moustache tickling as he leaves evidence of his love for you before abruptly changing position.

He hits deeper like this, kneeling on the mattress, your thighs spread wide over his own canvas-covered flesh, the velcro pockets scratching at you uncomfortably and you know he’ll rub aloe into them as soon as you’re done, you know he’ll spend just as long on aftercare as he does on taking you apart… you know he loves this, loves feeling you, loves being with you… until you can’t register knowing anything other than his name, a stuck record, just Marcus Marcus Marcus Marcus…!

One of his hands rests heavy at the base of your throat, the other slipping between your legs to stroke your clit while his hips rock upward, the plug in your ass almost vibrating as the clamps are wiggled by his invisible hands.

“I want you to cum, baby,” he grunts, “Can you do that? Can you soak my fucking cock? Soak my lap so I can never wear these pants in public? Hm? You gonna cum, sweetheart?”

Yeah.

You love your man in uniform.

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Decided to write something based vaguely on the “Spork AU” idea. Instead of Episode 1 Danny meeting Episode 50+ Danny, though, I was curious about a Danny who never became Phantom meeting one who had. This first part is just establishing Human!Danny’s world.

I’ll post it to AO3 when I have the rest of it finished.

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Three kids stood before a giant machine in the shape of a door. It should have been humming along and glowing green, with a great hole to another world in the middle. Instead, it was cold and silent.

“They spent years working on it,” Danny explained, “and then nothing. Mom and Dad have been moping in their room all day.”

Tucker looked around at the portal and the hodgepodge of computer parts attached to it. “It’s probably a loose wire somewhere. I’m sure they’ll figure it out.”

“In the meantime, this would make for an awesome picture,” Sam said with a smile. She held up her polaroid camera.

“Oh no, you’re not getting me anywhere near that,” Tucker immediately walked away from the portal.

“Come on! When they get this thing working we’ll never be allowed near it. Besides, it’s not like it’s going to do anything right now.”

“Then why don’t you get over there and let one of us take the picture?” Tucker asked.

“Because neither of you know anything about lighting or framing a shot. Please?” When she saw that Tucker was not going to budge, she looked over at Danny with wide, pleading eyes.

He looked anxiously at the portal. So far none of his parents’ inventions had really worked, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t dangerous. Still, Sam was right. It was pretty cool, and getting a picture with the thing could be a good way to keep a memory.

“Yeah, okay, let me put on a jumpsuit in case there’s a live wire or something.”

Ten minutes later he was suited up in the white-and-black safety jumpsuit his parents had made for him. It wasn’t really a hazardous materials outfit - there was no full hood or respirator, or even goggles. It was made of something that was supposed to repel ectoplasm and certain chemicals that his parents used and was insulated against minor shocks, so it would have to do.

“Oh, no no. I’m not taking your picture while you’re wearing that,” Sam announced. Danny was about to argue, but she reached over and pulled the sticker of his dad’s face off of the suit. “Now you’re good.”

Danny laughed. “Good thinking, Sam. Wouldn’t want to be immortalized in your photos with that on me.” He walked up to the portal. It was a massive piece of machinery, nearly six feet in diameter and deep enough to fit a car. He paused at the entrance. It was hard to imagine it as anything other than a creepy machine in the basement. If it had worked, it would have opened into a whole other world.

Tucker, meanwhile, was watching while anxiously tapping a foot. He had expected Danny to give in to Sam’s pleas. He was so predictable and utterly clueless. One of these days they would both realize that they were both desperately crushing on each other and they’d-

There was something plugged into the wall. Tucker wasn’t sure what it was, but he had a bad feeling about it.

“Hold up!” he shouted. Tucker went over and unplugged the cord from the wall outlet, and checked around for more outlets just in case. When he didn’t find anything else, he called back, “Okay, I think it’s alright now.”

“Good thinking, Tuck,” Danny’s voice echoed in the portal. “Hey, Sam, is this good?”

Sam set up her shot. “Looks great! Just hold there a second.” She counted down before the flash went off. The camera whirred and produced a polaroid. “Lemme take a couple more,” she said before swiftly doing so from slightly different angles. “That should be good!”

Danny started to walk out of the portal. Something caught his foot. He tripped and fell backwards, flailing his arms wildly in hopes that he would catch something. His right hand hit the side of the portal. It stabilized him for a second, but then the wall clicked. Danny stared down at his hand, a chill lancing up his spine. He hadn’t hit the wall. His hand was resting on a button marked “ON.”

“Oh my god,” he blurted.

“Danny? Are you okay?” Sam called. He could hear them both scrambling toward the portal.

“I’m good! I just tripped!” Danny got out of the portal as fast as he could. “My parents put the on/off buttons on the inside! If Tucker hadn’t unplugged it…” All three teens stared at the portal. Danny could have died, just for tripping over a stupid wire.

Finally Tucker gulped and broke the silence. “Want to see if your parents can get it to work now?”

Danny shook himself out of it. “Yeah! I’ll go ask if they forgot about that.”

They all but ran out of the lab.

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The Fenton RV sped down the street, ghost alarms blaring. In the back, Danny got his weapons together as quickly as he could with all the jostling and swerving. They’d let Dad drive; time was of the essence.

“A level six!” Jack crowed from the driver’s seat. “Maybe even a seven! How long’s it been since we saw one like that?”

“About four months,” Danny grumbled. He still vividly remembered when the town had been drawn into the Ghost Zone and besieged with an army of skeleton constructs. He was not looking forward to a repeat of that hell. The Fenton Blaster in his hands whined as he attached the power source.

“We’ll have to be careful, Jack,” Mom cautioned as she always did. “We don’t have the Ecto-Skeleton this time.”

“Are you sure we shouldn’t call in the Guys in White?” Danny asked. They might not be the best ghost hunters, but they did have a lot more firepower.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Danny! I’m sure we can take care of this before they even notice something’s happening. Besides, your mom and I are still dealing with the paperwork from the last time they showed up.”

Danny shuddered. He was extremely glad that he didn’t have to deal with that aspect of ghost hunting.

His dad pulled up to the mall with a loud honk of the horn and squealing tires. Danny and his mom ran out, blasters held at the ready. Dad backed them up with one of the Fenton Bazookas.

The mall was already evacuated. Some people milled around outside, anxiously talking amongst themselves. In the year and a half since the ghosts had started attacking the town, people had gotten frustratingly complacent about them. The invasion a few months back had shown most people just how dangerous they could be, but a stubborn few always were more concerned with getting good pictures than their own safety.

“Make way!” Mom shouted. “We’re here to take care of the ghost!” The crowd at least did part for them. A few people shouted at them. Some of it was words of support. A few tried to describe what they had seen - it was green, it was wearing all white, it was terrifying. Only a few made jokes or jeered at the Fentons as they passed. That was annoying, but it was a hell of a lot better than it had been a year ago.

The deserted mall was an eerie sight. Everyone had left in a hurry, leaving lights on and store music still echoing through empty halls. The Fentons’ footsteps seemed far too loud. The weirdest part was that everything seemed intact. When the technology ghost raided the mall he usually left trails of rubble and discarded packaging everywhere. The box ghost would leave piles of everything that he dumped out of his beloved boxes. Various other ghosts had attacked the mall in the past, and they almost always left signs of their passing. Why was this one different?

“Come out, ghost!” Dad shouted, his voice easily carrying through the empty mall. “Let’s make this quick!”

“Curious.” The voice was quiet, but had the same unnatural echo of all ghosts. Danny held up his blaster, but he couldn’t tell where the voice had come from. Beside him, his mom turned on her miniature Fenton Finder. It beeped alarmingly quickly.

“Two o’clock!” Mom shouted as she fired. Danny was only a moment slower, trying to fire a little ahead. The blasts didn’t connect with anything.

“I mean no harm,” the ghost said. Its voice was way too close for comfort. Danny turned to his right and shot where he thought it was, but he still missed.

“What do you want?” Danny asked. He didn’t really care. No matter what their obsessions were, ghosts only ever wanted to spread chaos and pain. Still, sometimes he could distract them by talking back.

The ghost appeared in front of them. It was tall, with dark, green-tinged skin and a lighter beard. Its eyes glowed a soft yellow. A white robe and hood covered most of its body, rippling in a nonexistent breeze.

A green beam from the Fenton Bazooka blasted towards the ghost. Its torso split apart to allow the beam to go through it. Danny grimaced. It was so gross when they did that. He followed his dad’s lead and started shooting the ghost. The ghost blocked all of his and Mom’s shots with a series of small green shields.

“This is entirely unnecessary,” the ghost huffed. It had the audacity to look bored.

“Then why not just go back to the Ghost Zone and leave us alone?” Danny shouted, annoyed. He ran off to the side, flanking the ghost. It finally started dodging the ectoblasts. If anything, though, the ghost just looked amused.

“Oh, I shall. First, though…” The ghost flung its hand out towards Danny. He winced, anticipating the burn of ectoblasts. He took a step back and his foot sank. With a shout, he fell into the glowing green portal that had opened right behind him.

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